Monthly Archive for January, 2009

The Meeting

Published on January 31, 2009 in Poetry and Writing. 0 Comments Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , .

Pittsburgh airport, and I’ve just landed. I’m expecting to see her somewhere, and search for her face as I make my way out of the obstacle course of Arrivals and security. I feel as if it is taking too long, like wading through a mangrove forest, the Sundarbans of my emotions choking me off from functioning as my bipedal nature intends. I start to worry, because I can’t find her. My flight was delayed and I’m worried she’s gone. I can only hang around security so long, so I start to head toward the plane of oblivion known as baggage claim. Here people are usually trapped in a state of limbo as they watch the dice roll. A lucky roll will produce the correct bags, an unlucky one produces a conversation in a tiny office full of diagrams of luggage and detailed forms to complete. Strangely, there are few people here. I seem to be quite alone.

As I round a corner, my heart stops. My body no longer exists. I’m floating on a warm jelly substance toward a glowing light. Her hair is like liquid gold, her skin like a smooth white moon and the glow around her destroys my life and creates it anew. I barely manage to contain the confused tears which fight to gain the touch of air. As I draw near, her scent envelopes me like a layer of hot caramel. When I touch her, I feel like a newborn foal struggling to understand its own limbs. Is my touch foul or offensive? My very soul begs her to take my life for being unworthy. As I kiss her, I feel hot inside. The essence of her is burning the wrongness inside of me away. I look into her eyes and see the real sea. This isn’t that tropical blue but rather the blue-grey of the storm tossed sea, the sea reflecting the half light of dawn and dusk, the sea of the north, the sea of her people. This sea has a thickness, a luster and a heart. This sea is the sea of her eyes. I dive in and never come out.

empty baggage claim:
one heart alone departing
where two had arrived

National Treasure

Published on January 24, 2009 in Poetry and Writing. 0 Comments Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , .

It’s been a while since I posted any Poetry Challenge related material, but I thought I’d quickly post one I actually received and wrote a while ago, but never got around do posting. This was poetry challenge number five and it was sent by my friend Frank:

“Here’s a challenge-

Panda attack in Beijing

‘The panda is a national treasure, and I love and respect [him], so I didn’t fight back,’ Zhang said. ‘The panda didn’t let go until it chewed up my leg and its mouth was dripping with my blood.’”

Well, at first this just made me laugh and then I looked it up. It turns out this panda (named Gu Gu) is something of a bully and has attacked more than one person. More details can be found here including this wonderful gem:

“A year earlier, state media reported that a drunken tourist tried to hug the panda, who bit him. In an odd twist, the tourist reportedly bit back.”

Anyway, I didn’t have a lot of time to do the challenge so I just did a quick humorous (hopefully) haiku. I hope you enjoy it.

National Treasure
by M.J. Adams

national treasure –
the leg loving panda and
his blood-stained muzzle

Kafka on the Shore

Published on January 24, 2009 in Books, Reviews and Writing. 0 Comments Tags: , , , , , .

“Those are life-and-death-type experiences he goes through in the mines. Eventually, he gets out and goes back to his old life. But nothing in the novel shows that he learned anything from these experiences, that his life changed, that he thought deeply now about the meaning of life or started questioning society or anything else. You don’t get any sense, either, that he’s matured. You have a strange feeling after you finish the book. It’s as if you wonder: what was Soseki trying to say? It’s as if not really knowing what he’s getting at is the part that stays with you. I can’t explain it very well.”

The excerpt above is from Haruki Murakami’s famous bestseller, Kafka on the Shore. In this quote, Kafka is trying to explain his take on a book he’s just read called The Miner by Natsume Soseki. This scene really stuck in my head as I real Kafka on the Shore, because it really described how I felt about Murakami’s novel.

The main character of this book is young, but rather grown up for his age. He leaves home and sets out on a rather strange and confusing journey through love, hidden worlds, and unseen connections to people he’s never met. The thing which really struck me is that Kafka seemed to be apart from the world when he started and remained strangely apart during the whole novel. He had little direction, but maintained strong opinions. He was sort of an intellectual child in the process of gaining manhood yet somehow the core of his being wasn’t changed by his experiences. He may have gained some hidden insight we don’t see as the reader or perhaps he gained some new direction, but we are rather uninformed about this direction other than observing a few small decisions he’s made at the end of the story. It’s as if he’s passive to the events of his life, but perhaps we’re to understand that this is how reality is. Maybe Murakami is trying to tell us that to some extent, all of us are passive in our own lives and that maybe fighting doesn’t really change the outcome.

I found it interesting that cats played an important role in this book, as they did in The Wind-up Bird Chronicle. They must have some importance to Murakami, and I can understand that, having cats of my own. I often wonder if their world is anything like Murakami suggests. I found myself much more drawn to Nakata, the elderly character who tracks lost cats. To me, he lived a simple and quite pleasant life despite his lack of intelligence. It contrasted quite sharply against the backdrop of Kafka’s complicated and strange life, but perhaps this is to remind us of the sort of strange alien life Kafka lives. It certainly felt that way to me. While reading about Nakata I felt reassured and comfortable, despite some of the strange powers he seemed to possess. While reading about Kafka, I felt nervous and uneasy, as if something wasn’t right.

I can honestly say I really enjoyed this book, but it didn’t have the same emotional impact for me that Norwegian Wood did. It was gripping, interesting and otherworldly and it definitely made me think of my own life and how I may have reacted if in Kafka’s place in the story. This isn’t a relaxing mindless book. My mind was crawling through the pages, attempting to puzzle through the various mysteries encountered. Heavy on symbolism and metaphor, with an urgent sinister feel to it, there is a reason why this novel has done so well – it is very good.

The Wind-up Bird Chronicle

Published on January 16, 2009 in Books, Reviews and Writing. 2 Comments Tags: , , , , .

I’ve recently started to read books by Haruki Murakami after having a friend recommend one of his books, Kafka on the Shore. I actually started out by reading Norwegian Wood and then moved on to the former, and I’ve recently finished The Wind-up Bird Chronicle. I plan to post reviews on the other two books soon, but The Wind-up Bird Chronicle is what I’m writing about today. I had heard that this was hailed by critics as possibly Murakami’s best work and while I haven’t read all of his books, this one is probably my favorite so far, with Norwegian Wood a close second.

The book starts out in a seemingly normal world but soon enough, things descend into a strange mix of realms, including World War 2 history, dreams, surrealism and symbolism. Unlike many books I’ve read, while the main character is trying to solve a mystery, he eyes aren’t always closed to the symbolic and surreal nature of things. In fact, in Murakami’s work the characters often talk openly about symbolism and its role in their world. I suppose you could say that his characters aren’t always very realistic, but that isn’t always the point. They’re wonderful creations, their characters a mix of normalcy and intellectualism, some of them with very real human faults. I have a feeling that Murakami casts himself in the main roles, but not his complete realistic self. Instead, he conjures up a dream version of himself, stripping away aspects of himself and adding others. His work is about him and the way he sees the world without ever nearing the realm of autobiographical fiction.

The Wind-up Bird Chronicle is essentially the story of a man fighting for his normal life in extremely abnormal ways. It isn’t a short book because it isn’t a short story. His life is transformed from normalcy into insanity. He encounters highs and lows along his journey, and sometimes those lows are masquerading as highs and vice versa. He walks through his world collecting stories from the strange people he meets on his path and using those stories as both weapons against his foes and keys to the mystery he needs to unravel. In some cases, it almost seems that he becomes each character he encounters, making him stronger for his battles. Somehow, he’s fighting for all of their futures.

One thing I’ve noticed about Murakami is that certain things seem to resonate strongly in him. It’s obvious he loves all types of music, especially jazz and classical varieties. Food is always a welcome topic for me, and I can appreciate how he weaves it into his stories. What I found strange was the fact that he mentions springs (not water, but mechanical springs – things you apparently have to wind in some way) in both Norwegian Wood and in The Wind up Bird Chronicle. I can’t recall if he used this in Kafka on the Shore, but I understand the idea. I just wonder if it is a Japanese cultural thing or if it is just a personal thing for the author. I also wonder this about his continual mentioning of the ears of women as a source of sexual attraction. Is this indicative of a wider trend in Japanese culture/society or is this just Murakami? I can get that ears can be cute, but I just don’t seem to have the level of appreciation for them that he does.

In summary, I really enjoyed this book. It isn’t a quick read, but it is a worthwhile one. For me, the reading of this book was even better when I was taking my time. It is something to be savored, as each tiny fragment of information can mean more than it may initially seem. That being said, even if you figure out some key parts of the mystery, you’ll never unravel the whole tapestry and you’ll still be left wondering what could happen next. Whether you’re in for an intellectual challenge, a mystery, pure escapism or simply a good story, this novel really is worth a read.

Winter Photos

Published on January 15, 2009 in Photography. 1 Comment Tags: , , , , , , , , , .

I’ve recently gone out a couple of times during the morning and taken some photos of the surrounding area. The first time ws just a frosty day and the photos were a bit meh and the second time was a very foggy day and there was frost around as well. So, without any further fuss, here are a few of the photos I took. You can see the rest (15 in total) here.


Frosty grass

Frosty old trailer

Foggy sunrise over field

Frosty twigs

Frosty fenceposts along the road from Eccles